In Transition

This is one of the last, if not the last, post I’m writing from the old apartment. As a nice going away gift, the floors seem to be leaking upwards in Max’s room — don’t ask me how, but the carpet is wet and getting wetter and there’s no explanation from above.

This annoyance helps combat a little of the sadness that I’m feeling at leaving the place I’ve spent the last 4.5 years of my life. This is where my husband and I dated. This is where Max came to be. There have been a lot of memories.